Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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Sore and bruised, and also with a bit of an upset stomach from eating too much after two days without food, Conner headed into the common room in hopes of catching some tape-rerun EPL soccer games, only to find that Fox Soccer Channel's feed was all screwed up again. Fabulous.

He ended up flipping channels idly, just killing time until Supers came on, and temporarily settled on the Boston/Montreal hockey game. Because there were goal nets at either end. It was sorta close.

[OOC: Common-room-ly open and stuff.]

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had attempted to make some empanadas with one hand, but it didn't work. So she wandered downstairs to find someone who might be able to help. "Hey, Conner, whatcha watching?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Nothing really," Conner replied. "Hockey, 'cause it's on, but I get cold just watching it."

Wuss.

He turned to look at her. "How's the arm?"

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

Shawn was a wee bit pouty. He suddenly had a cumbersome foot cast he hadn't had when he woke up this morning. That was never a good day.

He hobbled into the common room dropped the crutches down the side of the couch and flopped. Mm TV, that he liked.

[nadiathesaint]

"I know what you mean. About being cold." Nadia shrugged her uninjured shoulder. "And it's seen better days. But it's also seen worse ones."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes a comfortable medium's all you can hope for." Conner watched somebody take a spill on the ice and failed to suppress a shiver. "What's goin' on tonight?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Shawn." Conner waved the remote at him, then raised an eyebrow at the cast. "Gift from our new troll friends?"

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"Yup," Shawn nodded. "You gotta love it when they invade your town and give you a leaving present, huh?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"I was kind of a fan of the kidnapped-and-starving part myself," Conner remarked wryly. "'cause no good invasion leaves out that part."

[nadiathesaint]

"Nothing, far as I know. Baking with one hand, by the way? Is a skill I do not have."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Ouch," Conner said with a sympathetic wince. "That's gotta suck, like, when you crack eggs. Or try to measure things. Or open bottles, or . . ."

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

Shawn pulled a face, "That sucks, man. At least with me, I voluntarily went and got myself bashed up. Kidnapping, just not friendly."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Dude. Hockey. Sweet." Jude swung into the common room on a set of elbow crutches, his left leg casted up to the knee. "Aww, man, it's just the Habs."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"The who?" asked Conner. "Sorry, man, I don't really follow hockey . . . and wow, I'm the only person here who isn't, like, horribly injured."

[nadiathesaint]

"Yeah," Nadia cut him off quickly. "Pretty much all of those."

[nadiathesaint]

Woah. Someone injured worse than her. Nadia waved from where she was leaning back, an ice pack over the brace on her shoulder. "Jude. Trolls?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"I would've loved to volunteer to go and get bashed up. I so would've been there, except for the getting knocked over the head part." Conner might have sounded just a tiny bit sulky about that. "Was it fun, at least?"

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"Was a blast up until the part when one went smashy-smashy on my foot," Shawn said. "That just hurt."

He thought about it for a moment, "It got a little more fun when I actually brought one down. That was pretty satisfying."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

And because Conner was kind of dumb sometimes, he picked right back up again. "Pouring batter out of the bowl into the pan is probably rough too, huh?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Les Habitants," Jude said, flopping into a chair. "The Canadiens. Montreal." He smiled wryly. "Dude, I'd totally swap with you."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude waved back. "Yeah. It was like Jude hammer throw on the front lawn. You gonna be okay?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Fine. Nadia frisbee throw. Surprised you didn't see me, seems like everyone else did."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Lucky," Conner said enviously. "Not the smashy-smashy part, I mean. Bringing one down. How long are you out of commission for, anyway?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Kinda busy running away. Well, trying to. And not running. Skateboarding." Jude looked sheepish. "It totally worked, obviously."

[nadiathesaint]

"Obviously. But you're okay."

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"I got a couple of weeks of crutches, and another three or four with the cast," he said with a frown of distaste. You could just tell how pleased he was by that news.

"I got me drugs though," he added brightly. "Uh, not that I actually have them right now. Summer does, but I think she'll probably hand them over when asked."